Chapter 2

The Nazi Chase Continues

We travelled to the Munich Sports Club in London with the security (SAS) driver in a private car. We brought the bait with us, the Two Riders on the Beach painting by Max Lieberman. When we crossed Birdcage Walk our driver Jimmy said we were close to the Bavarian club. “Are you boys ready?” Jimmy asked. “Don’t worry about those idiots. We have reinforcements in the area that can come in to help for any emergency.”

Our first problem was the sign on the door of the German club said “Closed. Private engagement.”

We politely knocked on the door and were told in person the place was closed.

“You don’t understand,” Hunter said. “We are guests making a surprise visit. Reimer will be upset if you don’t let us in.”

“Let me check that package or box you are carrying,” the doorman said.

“That’s a problem,” Hunter said. “Maybe your English aint so good. This is the surprise as part of our surprise visit. Get it?”

“Sir, there’s no reason to be rude.”

“Yeah, and there aint no reason to be stupid either,” Hunter blasted back. “Just get Reimer.”

“What’s the commotion about,” the new man at the door asked.

“We are here to see Reimer, that’s all.”

“I’m Reimer. Come in. How can I help you, sir?”

“We need to talk privately,” I said. “This concerns a matter of some urgency.”

We entered a drawing room off the foyer and were met by a second man.

“I’m Frank Reimer. This is brother Helmuth. What do you need from us?”

“Our business associate in America told us—I’m Fabian and this is cousin Philly Boudreaux—that we could hire security help in London for our art business. So, basically, Otto Von Krupp, now Otto Brown, told us to contact the Reimers in London for security services.”

“Wh